Where the Eye Reaches in the Dark Continent (End)
No matter what, eyes looking up from the bottom of a well could not see the world clearly.
Leaving the bottom of the well was merely the first step most people needed to take.
Once that process was over, they could probably see the shape of the world and encounter the monsters born amid flashing blades and flying fists.
But Zigg Zoldyck was different.
Born into the Zoldyck Family, he had fully understood the weight of the word "monster" before he had even taken that first step.
His father was a monster.
Isaac Netero behind him was also a monster.
The only difference was—
He respected his father, but he had never wanted to become an assassin stronger than his father.
He worshipped Netero, yet deep in his heart was a desire to surpass him.
"I will win."
A sharp glint gradually surfaced in Zigg's eyes.
With no intention of waiting for a counterattack, Zigg chose to take the initiative. His body immediately swayed like a willow branch in the wind.
The next moment.
Footwork that had fused with instinct propelled his body, silently merging into the breeze.
No presence, no sound, not even the faintest trace of Nen remained...
Like a ghost, Zigg appeared at Speedy Men's side.
This use of footwork seemed to contain exquisite techniques that went from Hatsu to Zetsu, then from Zetsu back to Hatsu. It possessed the peculiar beauty of a fleeting blossom, along with a faint resemblance to the 100-Type Guanyin.
Such a display of technique should have served as a setup for Zigg to launch a brilliant attack.
But—
The enemy Zigg had chosen as his target...
Was not one of the humans he had faced before.
It was a member of the